Psalms 120

1 In my trouble I cried to the Lord: and he heard me.

Canticum graduum. Ad Dominum cum tribularer clamavi: et exaudivit me.

2 O Lord, deliver my soul from wicked lips, and a deceitful tongue.

Domine libera animam meam a labiis iniquis, et a lingua dolosa.

3 What shall be given to thee, or what shall be added to thee, to a deceitful tongue.

Quid detur tibi, aut quid apponatur tibi ad linguam dolosam?

4 The sharp arrows of the mighty, with coals that lay waste.

Sagittae potentis acutae, cum carbonibus desolatoriis.

5 Woe is me, that my sojourning is prolonged! I have dwelt with the inhabitants of cedar:

Heu mihi, quia incolatus meus prolongatus est: habitavi cum habitantibus Cedar:

6 My soul hath been long a sojourner.

multum incola fuit anima mea.

7 With them that hate peace I was peaceable: when I spoke to them they fought against me without cause.

Cum his, qui oderunt pacem, eram pacificus: cum loquebar illis, impugnabant me gratis.